A.N. #1 Sorry for the wait for this next chapter, I've been busy but I'll try to update ASAP * warning there is some Finchel, but its necessary for the story... Dont hate me!* Thanks for all the feedback everyone, you are the best. Love ya!

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, nor Johnny Rockets. If I did Rachel wouldn't have only applied to NYADA and Jesse would definitely still be in the picture somehow, and I'd be rich lmao. ;)

"Special Education"

Rachel's POV:

So many things have happened in these past few months. I had a Britney phase, I thought it would be a good way to be seen as something other than "crazy Rachel Berry", didn't quite pan out. Finn had an existential crisis after supposedly creating a "grilled cheesus". He soon realized with the hospitalization of Burt that there are bigger things to worry about. I let him go a little further with me than I normally would, hoping that it would get him out of the funk. While he was fondling me I was feeling very awkward , which shocked and surprised me, because when I was with Jesse and even Noah things were so much easier. I never felt like this when with them. I always assumed that when I found the person I was meant to be with, I would be open and our relationship would be simple. With Finn it never is, and that scares me. I decide to take a step back and go back to how things were before. Finn and I are hanging out one day in my room, and we are kissing when Finn tries to try to feel me up again, I pull back and confess that I'm not ready for the next step yet, that I lied about sleeping with Jesse. He has a shocked look on his face, but soon recovers, and go back to kissing before he says he has to go. One week later Kurt announces to us that Carol and Burt are getting married and that they want us to not only be a part of the wedding but also perform. We are ecstatic. We sing "Marry You" by Bruno Mars as we walk down the aisle. The wedding is beautiful. Finn sings to Kurt as a way to apologize for acting so cruel to him while Kurt had a crush on him.

We have little time to dally around after the wedding because sectionals is coming up. Mr. Schue. decides to change up our usual line up and give Sam and Quinn the leads, which is appalling, Sam doesn't even have experience singing in a crowd! How is he supposed to lead us? I start to regret throwing that competition earlier. Mr. Schue. also gives Santana a lead, the girl whose had it in for me since well forever, as well as a dancing solo for Brittany and Michael. I cant help it and make it known that I am not happy with the setlist, and soon find out how bad of an idea it truly was to do that. Santana being Santana corners me one day and tells me that she and Finn were intimate during the time that we were seperated. This infuriated me. Finn the one person, who I counted on the most, lied to me for months. I see red. I run into Noah on my way home, blinded by tears. He asks if I want to talk, and I agree. We go over to my house and we are talking and I feel so hurt over Finn's lies that I did something horrible. I cheated on Finn, (well we went as far as kissing, because Noah felt guilty for doing that again to Finn, which was understandable.) While kissing Noah I thought back to the other times I was on this bed kissing a boy, and I realized something, out of all the boys I've kissed I've never felt comfortable with Finn. Noah was "natural" as he called it, and with Jesse there was just no comparison, we were soul-mates in nearly every sense. I miss that connection, it was something that was always missing. I decide to tell Finn about the kiss, and he breaks up with me. It hurt, I'm not going to lie, because he made it seem as though I was the only the only one at fault, when clearly we had both done wrong. I am so upset with myself for what happened with Finn, while still yearning for the connection that I lost when Jesse and I had parted ways that I began to distance myself from the club and even gave up a solo! I spend the next few months working on myself and my dreams of Broadway as a way to distract myself from my woes, as well as a little party to help me become part of my team more. Things didn't go as well as planned...

Jesse's POV:

Winter Break wasn't fun at all. I spent the entire time at home in Ohio, in fancy parties with my parents, while they regal their friends with stories of my "successes" at UCLA, and having me perform numbers for them, like a trained monkey. I thought about going to visit my old stomping grounds but decided against it, as all those places were now tainted with memories of Rachel. I couldn't even face my uncle who I usually visited when my parents threw galas like this, because that meant going somewhere close to Rachel, and that was too hard. That winter was too harsh for me and I regretted going back home the moment I stepped onto campus. UCLA was no longer a place of just a school it was my safe haven away from everything that hurt. I will say though that the trip wasn't totally bad, it had revitalized my love of performing. There really was no other place for me than the stage. I always felt at home in front of a crowd and I missed the feeling of seeing people's faces while I sing. My showchoir classes are amazing. I get the lead in the new play that they are doing. Its a play that one of the other students wrote. My first chance to originate a role. Can't wait til I do this in Broadway one day. Brent is in the play with me and naturally we have a great report. We went out to celebrate our success in getting roles in the play, and my life couldn't be better. Well it could, but I put that in the back of my mind.

I'm in my room one day nearing the end of the quarter, reading lines, and applying for a job at a local Johnny Rockets among other things, while Brent goes to his math class. Bret gets back from class and starts doing his homework. After a while he stops doing his homework and gives me a quizzical look. "How is it that I never see you doing homework for your other classes Jesse? I know you're a smart but even you can't finish your homework that quickly." I tell him that I haven't really done my homework except for the ones for my theater/showchoir clasess. He tells me that I better watch it because homework is important here and that a low GPA can get me kicked off the play as well as school. I tell him not to worry as I have a way with people and have yet to fail a class. He gives me one more look of disbelief and shrugs as he continues to work furiously on his work. I wonder if I can really get out of anything like I told Bret, but then shook that thought out of my head, and focused on the play...